Danae, a strange child with a horrible hair cut and poor choice in clothing, approached her father one evening after dinner and asked without trepidation, "Daddy...Do we have any cherry bombs I can use?"
Unperturbed by his daughter's alarming quandary, her father replied, "Uh...No, Danae."
Not to be discouraged, Danae persisted by asking, "How about some M80s?"
Her father quickly replied, "Nope."
Unrelenting, Danae inquired, "Bottle rockets?"
Again dismissive, her father said, "No," and turned back to his paper.
Danae took a moment to consider her own humanity and the limited resources available to her in this ever changing and unjust world, before bursting forth in rant at her impassive parent; Danae bellowed, "Well, how am I supposed to liberate Barbies from oppression without explosives?!"
Weary with the weight of his child's passions, her father retorted, "Just leave your sister's dolls alone."
Danae, a strange child with a horrible hair cut and poor choice in clothing, approached her father one evening after dinner and asked without trepidation, "Daddy...Do we have any cherry bombs I can use?"
Unperturbed by his daughter's alarming quandary, her father replied, "Uh...No, Danae."
Not to be discouraged, Danae persisted by asking, "How about some M80s?"
Her father quickly replied, "Nope."
Unrelenting, Danae inquired, "Bottle rockets?"
Again dismissive, her father said, "No," and turned back to his paper.
Danae took a moment to consider her own humanity and the limited resources available to her in this ever changing and unjust world, before bursting forth in rant at her impassive parent; Danae bellowed, "Well, how am I supposed to liberate Barbies from oppression without explosives?!"
Weary with the weight of his child's passions, her father retorted, "Just leave your sister's dolls alone."